Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons.

What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pool at night?

When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.

There is no death, only a change of worlds.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.

We are a part of the earth and it is part of us.